slowly losing your mind

Yes, Your Bucky

Summary: This is a sequel to My James, Your Bucky. The reader and her plum dumpling come to terms with what happened to James.


Word count: 2.5k


Warnings: Angst central, people. You’ve been warned.


A/N: The response to My James, Your Bucky has been so awesome. I did say that if I write the next part it will be painful. You still wanted more. I hope you like it.


I went through all comments and asks to tag people so I hope I haven’t missed anyone out?

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes




It’s been good few hours since you discovered your flat in a complete mess. You’ve been practically dragged out of there by a man with the bow. Hawkeye, you think was his name. Frankly, quite a few people introduced themselves to you outside, but you couldn’t care less for who they were. Why would you? They all just barged into your life expecting you to be calm and understanding. Calm and understanding?!

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology

Warnings: Strong language, lewd comments.

word count: 3,532

“We’ve got a problem,” Hoseok tells Kihyun through the phone as he paces the length of the bathroom.

1 | 2 | 3 | …

Part 4: Breakups, Makeups, and Break-Ins.


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anonymous asked:

Could you do a James x reader request with 39 40 and 12 it's okay if you can't put all of them in but can 40 be the main one please and thank you and CONGRATS ON 1K you deserve it more than anything!!!!!

Thank you so much!!  💕💕

James Potter x Reader
12. “Are you flirting with me?”
39. “Like what you see?” 
40. “Sorry I’m late, I had some stuff I had to do.” - “By “stuff”, she means me.”
Warnings: Smut

Originally posted by twinkpaul

It was that kind of morning when you wished you could just sleep all day, or at least stay in bed for another hour or two. Getting up, you almost fell off while you crawled out, nearly broke your neck in the bathroom, chocked on your toothpaste – you felt it won’t be your day. Packing into your bag grudgingly, you couldn’t find the potions textbook, and after another ten minutes of searching in the depth of your trunk, you remembered James borrowed it a few days ago. After a loud, deep sigh, you left the room and dragged yourself up to the boys’ dormitory. The Marauder’s room was nearly empty; Sirius just exit when you appeared in front of the door. – “James?”

He raised an eyebrow, seeing your tired face and hearing your aren’t so friendly voice. “Good morning to you too. He’s still showering.”

You walked in and you knocked loudly on the bathroom’s door. “James! I need my potions book.”

After a few seconds of silence, you heard his muffled voice through the flowing water. “Just a moment.”

But minutes passed, and he was still nowhere. “For Merlin’s beard, what the hell are you doing for so long?” – you whined, leaning against the wall.

“Patience, love, I’m almost done.” – he said, and the water stopped. You could hear the smile behind his words. “Unless you want to see me naked… then I can just go out right away.”

Silently walking towards his bed with an eye roll, he said nothing, but you heard his voice again. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

With a small giggle, you plopped down on the edge of the bed; he know you so well. Soon the door opened and he stepped in, walking towards you with a towel around his waist, and you couldn’t help yourself but staring. His body was so much more nicer than you though, lightly but perfectly toned – probably from the constant quidditch practices. His hair was untidier than usual, but he messed it up when he was your flushed cheeks. “Like what you see?” – he asked with that mischievous smile of his.

Clearing your throat, you stood up, taking a few step backwards. “Yeah, sure.” – you said sarcastically, in the attempt to hide how nervous (and turned on) you were. – “Now, my book, please?”

He gave you a last, nasty look before turned to his trunk and picked up the book, then slowly walked to back to you, too close, until your faces almost touched, reaching out his hand; when you angrily snatched the book out from his hand. “Stop doing this.”

“Doing what, love?” – he grinned; his voice low and raspy.

“Trying to seduce me with your perfect body.”

His smile grew on his face even more. “Are you flirting with me?”

“In your dreams, Potter.” – you muttered, though you were still inches from each other, after a sudden movement your hands were around his neck instead of the book what somehow fell off on the floor with a big thud that none of you noticed. You pulled him closer, his lips were on yours roughly, his tongue gently caressing yours; hands sliding down on your back.

Running a hand through on his chest, until it was on the edge of the towel that you easily took off with an almost innocent movement, making him smirking onto the kiss. You looked down on his body, which made your cheeks blushed again. “I think you’re little overdressed.”

He started to unbuttoning your shirt while your soft palms were working on his length, making him taking in sharp breaths, and by the time when the shirt was off, he immediately started to placing rough kisses on your neck, collarbone, all over your breasts while you unclasped your bra – and it was his turn to blushing, just lightly. You took off your skirt and tossed it on to the other clothes on the floor. He opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat, so he just placed an arm around your waist and tugged two fingers into your knickers, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together tightly. James’ hands were all over you, touching and gripping every inch of your body he could reach, open mouthed kisses covered your skin before he pushed you down on the bed, hovering over you and pulling off your underwear almost impatiently. His fingers found your folds quickly, causing him to smiling smugly about how wet you were already. He rubbed gentle circles around your clit, but picked up his pace as you started to whimpering beneath him, and soon he pushed two fingers inside you, pumping in and out, which made you gripping the sheets, then grabbing his hair; you started to losing your mind slowly.

“James…” – you sighed, but he just kept moving his fingers, his lips attached to your neck.

“James, please.” – you repeated, and he raised his head up, looking into your eyes. – “I want you inside me.”

His hazel eyes darkened, looking deep into yours as he pressed his forehead to yours, asked if you’re sure, whispering, and you nodded fast before he gently started to push himself inside you, with a loud groan escaped his mouth as he filled you. He was slow, but you were so tensed up every movement he did sent you into the heaven. Tugging at his hair, you were gripping it harder, bucking your hips up before wrapped your legs around him, trying to push him deeper and deeper, and he fastened, burying his face into your neck. “You feel so good.” – he praised, causing you to let out a muffled moan, but still trying to keep your voice down. “Don’t hold it back.” – he whispered, but it wasn’t necessary, because soon you couldn’t, even if you wanted to. After a few hard and fast thrust your body shook and weakened beneath him; you were digging your nails into his skin and tightened your legs around him as you reached your high with the last moans of his name; squeezing him inside you, which made him came right after you.

Panting hard, he collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.


Ten minutes later you were running through the corridors, down on the staircases. He was following you, an enormous, childish grin on him, still trying to knot his tie. You slowed down in the dungeon and stopped in front of the Potions classroom, and as he was still fiddling with his tie, you made it for him. “I don’t like this look on your face, Potter.” – you mumbled, glancing back at him.

He pouted, then smirked; wiping a strand of hair out from your eyes. “I liked it better when you called me on my first name.” – he said, leaning closer, whispering into your ear. – “Oh, James, yes, please…”

“Shut up.” you hit him in the shoulder, narrowing your eyes, but had to bite your lower lip to suppress a smile. Knocking in the door, you walked into the classroom, where the professor was already in the middle of making a potion.

“Professor Slughorn! I’m sorry I’m late, I had some stuff I had to do.”

He let out a half smile, but waved his hand. “No worries, we just started! Sit down!”

So you did, joining to the table that you shared with your friends. They threw suspicious glances at you before James muttered, “By “stuff”, she means me.”

Peter chocked back a giggle and Remus let out a smile, while Sirius gave a high five to James, causing you to throw a deadly look at both of them.

“Sorry.” – James whispered to you, placing a kiss on your cheek.

Your Fault

Zach Werenski x Reader

Team: Columbus Blue Jackets

Warnings: Implied injury

POV: Second Person

Summary: Zach and (Y/n) have a slight altercation, but after Zach returns home with an injury, they cuddle it out.

Originally posted by werenskiz

Your name: submit What is this?

You didn’t mean to raise your voice at him, it just kinda happened. 

Zach was shocked, you were usually not that loud. 

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and looking down. “I didn’t mean to yell,” 

“I understand you’re stressed and all,” Zach said. “But you don’t have to be a dick about it.”

“Zach-” You looked up to him and tried to make another excuse. 

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Masterlist

All are Character X Reader

Having none means no pairing (in some cases yet)

Asterisk * for the smut

   The 100

-The Late Hour of Dawn- -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-  A thief by nature, its given you a bad reputation around the camp. To find some peace from always having to defend yourself you find the early hour of morning is the best time to do so. However the choice on place is outside of the camps perimeter, and Bellamy is surprisingly slow to fixing that. (Bellamy)

-Lion Heart-  Bellamy has been your neighbor and friend for a long time, the knowledge of your parents abusive tendencies weighing heavy. Now in the guard, he finds the power to pull you away from that life, and into his. (Bellamy)

   Avengers

-Shots in the Dark-  You’ve been picked up by a mysterious organization for your ability to turn invisible. You’re given a special suit and tons of money, but how much is that worth if the missions they send you on start stepping out of your moral code. (Bucky)

-Silvergate- Adopting you after being discovered in not the best of circumstances, Tony has to struggle with the very idea of parenthood. And then also the idea that you’ve developed super powers. And then also that you have a boyfriend. (Peter Parker)

-A Siren’s Scream-  Steve may finally be gifted with the perfect person, you. But you’re after something else. While it might pain you to do it, you’ve made Steve your choice in thrall, knowing few could stand against him, especially the man you want to kill. (Steve)

-Swimming in Stars-  Once his wayward captive, Loki visits you again, reminiscing on your time together and what time could be spent. But you’re a hero, one who can feel the emotions of others, and right now your own are muddied and confused. (Loki)

   Game of Thrones

-Battle of Contradictions-   A bastard Tyrell, books have always been your sanctuary from everyone else. While your reasons for being in Kings Landing are a mystery, as well as your debt to Baelish, the Battle for Blackwater nears and you offer your incredible book smarts to assist Tyrion where no others seem to.

-Given Time-  While Sansa may have passed up The Hounds offer, drunk as you were that night, you asked to be taken away. Away from your bitter sister Cersei and psychotic King nephew Joffrey. You didn’t realize the kind of repercussions that decision would lead to. (The Hound)

-Lost in a Viper Nest- The youngest Lannister, you were promised a long time ago to the Dornish prince Oberyn Martell in hopes to ease the feud between houses. Unfortunately your sister Cersei made sure the transition will be anything but easing. (Oberyn)

-What’s Destructed ‘round You-  With the better half of your family dead in a fiery blaze at the Sept of Baelor, you are now Cersei’s prisoner, the focus to take out her hollow frustrations, the prophecy inching her further into madness. Jaime can only stand by to watch, as his duty would bid him, for so long. (Jaime)

-White World, Black Cloak-  His new Kingship has got Jon thinking, worrying about his old wounds. To confide and ease his conflictions he goes to speak with you, an old friend of Ygritte’s, a worg blinded from a punishment of your grandparents. (Jon)

   Mad Max

-Silent Under the Stars-   After traveling with Max for a few months, you find a trinket you’ve long missed and are beyond elated to have in your hands again. However pulling something from Max you didn’t expect.

   Maze Runner

-Bitter Memories-  After years of competitive bickering and only weeks of being separated, you need to see Thomas again. Need to know if after everything that went down in the Maze a piece of you’re shared life together is still there. (Thomas)

   Teen Wolf

-Crown of Clovers- -Part 2- While the actual werewolves have their anchors, you seem to be the biggest for the whole pack. Despite the fact the supernatural has been kept a secret from you. However you might not be as out of the loop as you think.

-Eyes of the Dead- While you have always been a mystery to yourself, you aren’t to him. This creature you see as nothingness enveloping Stiles, decided’s you can be incredibly useful, the fact you know nothing is part of the fun. (Nogitsune/Stiles)

-Eyes of Fire-  You’re an Omega who has suddenly turned up to Beacon Hills, volatile and slowly losing your mind. Yet something about you has Scott’s senses in overdrive and he’s determined to help you in anyway he can, regardless of everyone and even himself saying not to. (Scott)

-Peitho-   Traveling the world and hunting monsters isn’t a half bad way to spend ones grief. In leaving with Chris, Isaac has experienced things he never even dared to dream of. Finding you was one of those things. (Issac)

   Vikings

-Serpents Armor- -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-  While Helga has the reluctant Tanaruz, Floki is left with you. A strange and quiet tag along that wouldn’t leave the young girls side, though you two don’t seem to know each other very well. While you may not be Helga’s Godsend, maybe you still are all the same.

-Torch of Bellona- -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -*Part 6-  Being a trouble maker has been your greatest thrill so far in your short life. Youngest daughter to King Aelle you spend whatever little idle time you can get tormenting your nephew Alfred and spying on King Ecbert’s court. This particular day proved far more fruitful than you could have ever imagined. (Ivar)

-*Gilded and Rouge- -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6- A good year has passed since Vikings have landed and started their pillaging. The quiet farm girl you are, dreams of something greater have long since been abandoned and perhaps not for the worst, as you’re captured in a raid and made a slave. A slave to the Viking leader no less. (Ivar)

-*Withering Away Innocence- -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-  While he always thought his marriage would be filled with love making and wild hedonism shared with a beautiful woman, you seem more inclined to run away from him then scoot even an inch closer. You’re forced to confess, you’ve grown up very sheltered. (Hvitserk)

-The Green Lady- -Part 2-  After Hvitserk unwittingly desecrates your home, you demand an offering for his transgressions. Nothing too big oh no, a trifle drink for a faerie, you don’t understand what he is complaining about. Is catching the Sun and putting it in a cup really so hard? (Hvitserk)

-Only So Long-  Years of being married and Hvitserk still can’t stop teasing you with the worst flirting imaginable. And in front of his family no less! (Hvitserk)

-A Binding on Ichor- -The Morrígna- -Odin-  Ivar has been wrestled into a marriage with a Celtic princess. Celtic is a word that means nothing to him and makes one assumption after the other, the day spent moping and angry. Until your father and mother excitedly reveal how you’ll be celebrating the marriage. (Ivar)

   X-Men

-Between Earth and Hades- -Part 2- -Part 3- Nearly old enough to be leaving high school, your mutant abilities have yet to manifest. In a school rebuilt and starting anew, filled with battered mutants, some are very prejudice against humans the way humans are prejudice against them, bagging a relief for their frustrations on you, the most human of them all. Professor Erik Lehnsherr spots the bullying and decided it’s time you found yourself. (Erik x Reader)

Imagine Daryl asking you to keep an eye on Merle, only to end up having sex with him (smut)

(Sorry if it the dialogue seems weird 😣I really tried my best for this smut XD Yay Merle! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D I mixed in two request in one :3 One where reader takes control over Merle and one where you have to look over him and it leads to sexy time 😏lol Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

After Rick came back with Glenn and Maggie, he had told you that Daryl had found his brother, Merle and that they both left together.

It broke your heart a little to hear that your good friend had just left but at the same time you were glad he found his brother.

Since you had met all of them, you knew how dear the brothers were to one another. They had a strange way of showing it but nonetheless it was a rather strong bond.

With that in mind, you had convinced yourself you were fine with Daryl leaving the group.

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However the day, they both came back, you instantly got up from your seat and jump to hug Daryl tightly.

You were nearly in tears to see him and couldn’t contain your excitement. You were squirming all in his arms and as Merle stood just near, he had to notice you.

He thanked the hot weather to make you have no choice but to wear a tank top and shorts that showcase all of your great assets.

He stared at you for a long while before chuckling. In his raspy loud voice, he then let you know of his presence.

“Honey! Where’s my hug?! Did you forget about me? Or something?!”

You turned to look over at him and noticed his big smile. His arms were wide open to you and as you stared at him, he started to pucker his lips, making kissing sounds in between.

You eyed him in a judging matter and simply shook your head at him. You approached him slowly only to turn around and leave him hanging, saying “I have other things to do than having to care for you, Merle…Just hug yourself and pretend it’s me!”

You grabbed Daryl by the arm and brought him along to go back at what you were working on.

As you walked away from him, he laughed at your comment and his eyes had lowered down from your neck to your hips swaying.

It had only been a couple of months since he had seen you but you seemed to have grown up so much, he could barely recognize you.

He wanted to follow you but was suddenly pulled away by Rick to show him his cell

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A few days, had pass since Merle’s arrival and although the group had been divided, you tried your best to help resolve everything.

From the way you would handle things, it seemed as if you were the only one that Merle would listen and instantly stop talking.

Daryl had notice your ability and knew that he’ll have a good use for it once the time would come.

Fast enough, it came real soon. The group had a major argument with Merle about going on a supply run and you had to stop everything.

You pulled him away and excused yourself for him and escorted him back to his cell. He was boiling in anger and as you sat him down, you rubbed his shoulders and told him to breath and calm down.

Daryl had followed you from behind and finally here was his opportunity. He approached you carefully and pulled you away for a moment.

He stood by the door and looking over at Merle and back at you, he talked to you in a lower tone.

“Look I know this is the wrong timing and all but…We still need to go out there…and check on The Governor and all…We just don’t need him going on another rampage…So I just need you to keep an eye on him for a while…You think you can do that? Please?”

As you listened to him, you raised your eyebrow up and just didn’t knew what to answer. He was practically begging you with his eyes and although you felt like rejecting him, you couldn’t.

You simply smiled and awkwardly nodded in agreement to him.

“Sure…Why not? I got him out of there might as well just keep him company in here, right?”

He gave you a nod and squeezed your hand as a thanks.

“Thanks Y/N…I promise we’ll be back soon…”

He walked away from you and you sighed at the thought of being left alone with Merle. You didn’t knew how long it was really going to be. It could be an hour, half the day or even worst until later that evening.

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If it were the other way around, it wouldn’t have bothered you but this is Merle. He was going to give you a hard time of being stubborn and just talking about how damn horny he is.

Despite being angry, you knew he was going to make some remarks about you and all just to try and get you to all hot and bothered.

You couldn’t deny his words had some effect on you, making you smirk to yourself and slightly feeling a tingling sensation down your spine.

As you thought about it, Merle stared at you from behind and slowly felt his anger changing into a different feeling.

He needed some sort of relief and just let it all go before he could calm himself down. He wanted you. Right there, right now.

However, he had a feeling you wouldn’t accept so easily so he had to ease you to him.

Exhaling, he stomped his prosthetic arm on the bed loudly enough for you to hear. As expected, you turned to him.

He looked at you from head to toe and the words from his plan had seem to go all away. He just wanted to pound into you and couldn’t think of anything proper to say to get you to him.

“Get over here…”

In a rough and demanding tone, it was all that he could manage. He found himself motioning you by his finger to get closer and his eyes staring at you hungrily.

For a strange reason, you felt your heart thumping harder in your chest and your breathing being shallower. You didn’t like being ordered around but the way his eyes looked at you made you move forward to him.

“That’s right, honey…Come closer to daddy…”

As you approached, your foot finally touched his slightly and instantly he felt the need to grab you.

He hooked his handless arm around your waist and tried to pull you down to him. His hand slithered all over you and suddenly slid under your shirt.

Lifting it slightly, he buried his face into your stomach to feel you, kissing, sucking and nipping along your skin. In a hushed but gruff tone he mumbled in between the care he was giving you.

“Let’s get rid of your clothes babydoll…”

His hand sliding around to grope your ass, approaching you closer to him, while he marked your stomach, only served you to make you warmer and wetter.

You wanted him as well at the moment, but not his way. You thought that if you were going to keep an eye on him for the day, might as well make it be about you rather than him.

You then showed him your resistance by backing away and pushing him by his shoulder towards the bed.

“I ain’t your bitch Dixon…You take off your clothes…”

He was surprised to hear you order him so eagerly. To see you stand there and look at him the way he had been looking at you, made him feel so wanted for once and he liked it.

He was getting harder by the seconds just thinking about it and without hesitation, he reached down to unbuckle his belt.

He was struggling though, he was fumbling with it and couldn’t get it off right. It ticked him off and his frustration showed.

You smirked and crossed your arms at the sight. Casually, you asked him, “You need help?”

He looked back at you and nodded in embarrassment.

You shrugged and shook your head at him.

“If you want it…Beg for it…”

You don’t know what went through your mind in that instant but you just wanted to make him feel vulnerable and submitted for once. You wanted to let him know that you weren’t going to have it his way.

He hated begging for anything but your eyes looking down at him and your voice resonating in such a demanding manner yet so sweet, made him do what he had never expected to do.

“Please…please help me out of my clothes…Y/N…”

He didn’t forget your name, he knew a simple mention of it was going to make you feel powerful and in control of the situation, at least that’s what he felt when women would say his name in bed.

You approached him and sitting down next to him as he laid there, you reached to unbuckle him. Your hand had brushed against his hard cock so many times, he was squirming beneath you to get you to notice him.

As his pants came off, his arousal was painfully aching for any kind of release. He started to touch himself but he just didn’t feel like it was enough.

“Come on, baby…do something about this…”

You smirked, enjoying the role of having dominance over him and quickly got rid of your clothes.

He had wanted to grab you in that instant to make you climb on top of him but instead you pushed him back and did so yourself.

Straddling him under you, you grind yourself to him and inched your hand behind you to get closer to his shaft.

You gripped him, making him groan and buck his hips forward. Feeling more playful, you grinned and started to slowly stroke him.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly, Merle…What is it that you want from me?

He felt like losing his mind from your touch and your wetness slowly spreading all over his stomach and waist and couldn’t form proper words.

You tortured him by adding some twists to your wrist and tugging him ever so lightly. You rubbed yourself against him and your ass could be felt painfully grazing on his cock.

“I asked you what did you say, Merle…Care to repeat yourself?”

Only moans and groans could escape his lips, as his eyes closed tight shut to feel you even more. You knew he wouldn’t be able to answer you for a while and you thought; Good, he’ll keep his mouth shut for a once.

Jaws clenched and hand firmly gripping you thigh, he felt the tension get worse with each touch and for once he knew what it felt to be at the mercy and submitted in bed and he loved it.

You were bringing him near orgasm but each time you’d go on, it only served to make him feel even more in ecstasy.

No words could come out but slowly, he felt like you might want him to return the favor. He slid his hand all over your thigh and finally arrived at your wet folds.

With as much control as he could, he started to rub and graze your clit with his thumb. It made you whimper and slowly you started to loosen your hold on him.

You threw your head back at the feeling and just as him, moans were coming out of your mouth. He got himself up to you and wrapped his arms around your to feel your body even closer. He pressed his lips to yours and quickly delved his tongue.

His hand gripped your hair and made you respond back to him. You enjoyed the feeling of his rough lips on yours, however, slowly you realize you were losing control.

You couldn’t accept that. There was no way he was going to have his way with you, especially not after what had just happened.

You pushed him back and as he fell down on the bed, you slid down his cock and inserted him inside you with no warning.

He let out a few curses at the sudden tightness and warmth, and couldn’t believe he was truly being handled in such a demanding manner.

“Fuck…Fucking shit…”

You chuckled and kept on torturing him by moving your hips slowly. He tried to make you ride him faster by conducting your hips with his hand but you didn’t let him.

You grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head and smiled mischievously. You dipped down to kiss his lips very quickly and couldn’t help but find him adorable once under control.

“You forgot…That we’re doing this my way…didn’t you…”

“Please…Just a little bit faster…I-I can’t take it anymore…Y/N…I-I need you…to…to make me come…Fuck!”

You gradually moved your hips more to his favored rhythm but maintained him under your grip. You had, had enough of his annoying behavior and just had to get something of your chest.

“Then promise me…you’ll stop…you’ll stop…getting into fights…with the others…Do that, beg for it and i’ll let you come…”

He didn’t care at this point what he had to promise, he just needed for you to ride him hard. He nodded eagerly and managed to open his eyes a few instant to look you back in the eyes.

“I-I promise! I won’t! Now, please! Y/N! Make me come!”

At his words and struggle, you went harder at him just as he wanted. He bucked his hips to yours and you felt the pressure coming up to you as well.

You both cursed at the feeling of one another and before he could release inside you, you removed yourself.

It surprised him but as he sat up, he understood what you were doing. You gripped him back again and stroked him until his seed spread all over your hand.

At the sense of relief, he instantly fell back on the bed and was out of breath. He couldn’t believe how he was completely at your mercy and how he let himself being controlled that way.

He chuckled at it and as he looked at you, you had started to rub yourself to get yourself near the edge as well.

With as much strength he could muster up, he then got closer and removed your hand. He brought your fingers up to his lips and instantly sucked on them, enjoying the sweet taste.

He chuckled seeing your surprised reaction and simply winked at you.

“How about I pay you back for all of this…I think we still have time…”

You smirked and slowly nodded before looking down between your legs and back at him.

Dear Diary...(Harry Potter x Reader SMUT!)

Originally posted by burdened-with-glorious-hobbits

Requested by  anyfandomimaginex <3
Prompt:  Harry Potter one where he fiinds my diary and sees that i wrote something about a boy but it was before Harry and i see it and he gets angry and we break up ans after a couple days we make up. Can you do it with smut? :)
Warnings: smut ;)
Words: 1,138
A/N: hope ya’ll like it! 

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Harry Potter always found you being an airhead completely adorable, and he would awkwardly voice his compliments which only resulted in pregnant silence and hell fire burning your cheeks. Though, most of the time it was definitely a problem – you’d lose your way around the castle, mistake birthdays with death days, but most of all you’d forget very important things in the most inconvenient of places.

This time, it was your diary, left open in the Gryffindor common room for all to read to their hearts content. Frankly, it was your boyfriend who found it. Sadly, it was your boyfriend who found it.

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Smut: Remus Lupin

When you and Remus went upstairs to his dormroom, you knew where things would end. It was just a party at the Gryffindor common room, you had a bit of a drink (but not too much, you were pretty sober actually), and you and him had been together for a couple weeks now. You never had sex before, but honestly, it was just a matter of time. 

You were sitting with some friends when he grabbed you by the hand and slowly pulled you to a more private couch. You were talking about some random stuff, but he wasn’t even trying to pretend being interested. He kissed your neck gently, his lips sliding in your skin. This kind of behavior was pretty rare when it comes to Remus, so you nicely asked: 

“Did you drink something?" He sucked slowly a part of your skin in a specially sensitive spot, making you bristle. 

"Of course I didn’t, I don’t need to drink to find you beautiful.” You smiled with the corner of your mouth. “And possibly hot” he finished, blushing because of what he said (a shy boy, after all)

 You raised an eyebrow: “Possibly?" 

He only smiled, the red on his cheeks getting a little more obvious as your lips searched for his and you kissed. It didn’t take long until he placed his lips on the other side of your neck. You could no longer resist after some time with him kissing your neck like that, so you searched for his lips, kissing him hardly, your hands pulling the fabric of his shirt closer. His hands were already under your shirt, holding your waist firmly. You felt as he pulled the fabric from your shoulder, kissing there, teasing you.

He only got happier as you reacted taking your hands to his back and scratching there, and looked for your lips again, your tongues colliding. You kissed all his jaw and started getting down on his neck. He held a small moan as you sucked the skin, and you were about to sit in his lap when he asked if you wanted to go upstairs. You didn’t hesitate to answer. He locked eyes for a second with James (the only Marauder that could be seen, who was hitting on Lily) and got up, holding your hand. 

He showed you his bed and the moment you sat in it you pulled him to you, you two laying with him over you. You started messing with his neck again and getting space under his shirt, that two minutes later was already on the floor. You knew he was ashamed of his scars, and he gave you that look that meant ‘please dont look at me too much’. 

You rolled over him, sitting on his hip, feeling him hard between your legs. Lowering your kisses, you made sure to kiss the scars he hated so much, and he enjoyed as you were on top to take of your shirt and a second later, your bra. The way he admired your breasts, then pulling you closer so he could kiss them, made you feel pretty. 

He first kissed your collarbone, softly, his left hand getting to your nipple as he did that. He held it between his fingers and pressed it softly, but enough to make you moan for the first time. In the mean time, his mouth found it’s way to your other nipple, where he kissed roughly, sucking it and circulating it with his tongue. Another moan escaped, and you scratched his chest softly. 

His free hand went to your ass, and he pulled you, rubbing you against his hard cock, and this time he was the one who moaned. 

-God, let me take these off. - you said, opening his jeans. You left his hip for only a second to pull them down, and he kicked them out completely. He was wearing blue boxers as you got on top of his hip again, now the underwear between you. He was pretty quick in turning you again, getting over you for the second time. 

He kissed you in the lips hardly as his fingers went down from your belly to your panties. He kissed the one nipple he hadn’t kissed yet as he lowered your underwear, exposing you for him. His fingers slowly touched you, feeling how wet you were. First, he rubbed gently your clit, making you almost lose your mind, because he was doing it so slowly. Then, you felt two fingers sliding into you, and finding a rhytm as he fingered you.

It took you a while to get back to what was going on because feeling him do that was a huge pleasure. You went straight to his underwear and got his cock out, starting to masturbate him too. He groaned against your nipple as he felt your fingers holding him and your thumb kindly rubbing the head of his cock. His lips sucked a little harder, and you felt the harmony between his mouth in your breast and his fingers inside you. 

-Remus, please, now. 

He didn’t hesitate. His hand got a condom from the drawer and he put it on quickly, rubbing your clit one last time just to see you bristle before he got inside you. 

-Babe, you’re so warm, you have no idea. - he said, finally entirely inside you. You could feel your own walls pressing him as he slid in and out, first slowly and then, as you requested, a little more violently. Your hands were on his back scratching him and ocasionally pulling his waist against you, and you let your lips find their way to his neck, leaving behind some hickeys.

The feeling of him inside getting in and out of you like that, and his whole body above you, and his lips as he searched for your mouth, and oh god the rhythm 

-I won’t last much longer. - you warned. It made him smile and get inside you a little harder, his hips colliding with yours. 

-Cum for me, then, love. Cum. - he said against your ear. You felt the pleasure slide out of you as it came, strongly. The warmth of your cum made you even more wet and Remus couldn’t resist to that. Just a minute later, he came inside the condom, sliding in and out of you one last time. 

-God, baby. - he said, laying with you and pulling you closer, as he kissed your cheek. - You’re great 


—– Classical Mischief

Ask me anything: imagines, oneshots, blurbs, smuts, whatever you want. Take any ship from HP.

better man || michael clifford

It’s 2 am.

You’re stood in the bathroom, staring in the mirror.

The bathroom is still a mess. His things are scattered, the remnants of him and your relationship.

You remember him bringing a toothbrush to leave in the bathroom, in your old place, before you’d moved in together. He’d been cheeky about it. He came up behind you while brushing your teeth. He grinned, started brushing his teeth and when he was done he pushed it into the holder next to yours. He kissed your cheek and walked out.

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Happy Birthday, Jungkook

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^ i imagine that last gif is what kookie looked like on his birthday (btw did y’all see the twitter video of him dancing on his birthday? THOSE HIPS DOE. NOPE NOPE.)

i know i’m late but in celebration of the giant baby bun’s birthday and for garnering another bundle of followers (seriously why do you all still follow me i’m trash okay the love is too real I CRY), here’s my birthday tribute to the life ruining, most precious golden maknae who deserves all the lovely things in life and all the birthday cake he could ever want. 

to the only seagull who can make me hate him as much as i love him – happy belated birthday, bunbun :)

ping!

Jungpal: Are you free right now?

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Jungpal: Noona, hurry up and reply, ya slow poke.

ping!

Jungpal: Can you come over right now?

ping!

Jungpal: NOONA.

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INNOCENCE

Could you do a imagine of a normal girl getting in the middle of some dirty business all because she found a kitten on the dock And she’s holding the kitten she just caught a goon of Joker’s finds her and grabs her about to kill her But the Joker comes and stops his goon and Is interested in the girl and ends up becoming obsessed with her and grows to like her a lot The girl would like him too but scared of him at first


“Okay, Y/N you can clock off, see you tomorrow.” You gave a small smile, trying to not beam with excitement. Finally, your boss was letting you leave; working from 9 in the morning to 7 at night would drain the energy out of any normal human. You honestly loved walking home at night, the bright street lamps lighting your way but you were no fool. The dark dealings that went off at night in Gotham City made people double check their doors and windows, making sure the terror couldn’t get to them or their families.

Shoving your shaking hands into your pockets in an attempt to warm yourself up, you turned the corner, walking along the pier, boats docked up at the platforms. You had a strange feeling building up in your stomach, a sickness, you quickened your pace wanting to get home. You heard an animal-like whimper, which made you stop in your place. Your head whipped around trying to pinpoint where the noise came from. You tip-toed down a platform, further towards the noise. You nearly had a heart attack when a steel, silver bin tumbled over near your feet. Appearing out of the back was small black and white kitten with big dopey eyes, looking up at you. You knew that you should get on your way as it had just turned around 8 and you had work tomorrow but you didn’t have the heart to leave the poor, defenceless animal by its self. You picked up the soft kitten, and noticed that it didn’t have a name tag or any number to contact; making you believe it was a stray.

You whipped your head around as you heard gunshots going off, and you knew it was close to where you were. “Damn you for being a softy.” You thought to yourself. You were stuck frozen; you had no idea what to do. Did you just walk out and risk getting shot or dragged into this gun battle? Or hide and risk getting caught, which might anger whoever wielded the gun? You decided to go with the first choice, thinking you could try avoiding the area. You walked with caution, trying to cover the kitten with your coat, as it was shivering in the cold. You had gotten off the platform, and you believed you were in the clear when a large, rough hand grabbed you by the neck, covering your mouth with the other hand. “Don’t open that pretty little mouth and you might keep your head.” He whispered in your ear, his voice raspy and dark. The kitten had now jumped out of your hands, and ran off. “Well thanks a lot.” you cursed in your head. “Please, I’m just walking hom-” you were cut off by a harsh slap, hitting your cheek. “What the fuck did I just say.” He pulled out a pistol and dug the end into your temple, imprinting the end of the barrel into your skin. 

You could feel the tears building up in your eyes, you were going to die, and you knew it. He cocked the gun, about to pull the trigger when a creepy laugh made you both look around to see a man in a large oversized leather coat, in a deep shade of purple.

A bare, muscular chest was on show, black trousers and a pair of leather boots to finish off. He walked closer into the light and the green, slicked back hair was revealed to you, confirming your death. It was the Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, not known for his kindness towards hostages who knew that he’d just opened fire on innocent civilians.

“Let her go.” The man cocked a brow. “But boss? She knows every-” a gunshot rang out, his body slumping to the ground. You stood, staring wide-eyed at the freshly dead body on the ground. “Shit, I’m fucked.”

He took large strides towards you, letting his eyes travel up and down your body. “I’m very sorry that you had to witness that, doll face.” He said, fake sympathy rolling off his tongue. He snaked his way around your frame, his hands sliding across your shoulders, traveling to your collar bones, and then coming up to your neck. “Now, honey. I couldn’t let a pretty face get hurt could I? Here’s my card, expect a phone call soon.” He placed a kiss to your cheek, handing you a card. His fingers trailing on to your bottom lip, then walking away with his coat trailing behind him, whistling for his crew to follow him.

You looked down at the card, styled as a Joker card. You snorted, “Classic.”

You felt like you had just avoided the Grim Reaper himself.


You sat at your table in your kitchen, smoking a cigarette. It had been two days since the ‘Joker’ incident and you were slowly losing your mind. You were terrified, not everyone wants a psychopath to be weirdly infatuated with them. What if he knew where you lived? What if he took you and made you fucked up like Harley Quinn? Manipulated you to become his little pet?

You were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a certain attraction to him. He might have not been classically ‘handsome’ to everyone but there was just something that drew you to him. His weird mannerisms drew you to him, leaving you wanting to know more about him and his story, if there was one.


It was about 6 and you had 2 hours until you could clock out of work, you were behind the bar, serving drinks and washing glasses. “Hey, Y/N. Do me a favour and serve table 5 in the VIP section. Here’s the order.” He passed you the paper, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay Jay? You look a bit ill.” He was going a white pale colour. “Don’t worry about me. Could you just serve this order please.” His eyes begging you to take this order. “Sure..” you answered, confused at what was wrong with him. You looked at the order sheet, making the drinks and placing them on a tray. You carried them to the VIP section, located at the back of the club. You got the door, seeing 2 bodyguards blocking the view of who was at the booth. “Uh, drinks order for table 5?” they looked at each other. “It’s her, boss.” They nodded and moved to let you past, you walked a little down the booths until you got to the fifth one.

 You couldn’t believe your eyes. “This is borderline stalking.” You slammed the drinks down on the small table, between the purple sofas. You were absolutely petrified of this guy but the anger took over before you could think who you were talking to you. You slumped down on the sofa, looking into his eyes. He took a deep breath in and leaned closer to you, nearly coming over the table. “Good to see you too, dollface.” He threw himself back, laughing to himself. “You didn’t return my call, sweetheart. That angered me.” 

He stated, getting serious. “You don’t want to anger me.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, your palms sweating a little bit. What the fuck were you meant to say? Before you could say anything, your boss came storming in the room, red in the face. “Y/N what the fuck do you think you are doing? Sitting on your ass when you need to be serving my customers.” He screamed at you, “Oh shit, he’s going to regret this.” You thought when you saw the Joker clenching his fists, rolling his neck. 

He jumped up, grabbing your bosses jaw. “Now, now, now. Who are you talking to like that? Y/N? Wrong move, friend.” He grinned, giving a few light but forceful slaps to your bosses’ cheek. “Oh, Mr J! I am so sorry, you can have Y/N as long as you want, I’m sorry.” He said, stuttering and falling over his words. Joker laughed, “I know I can my good man. Now, Get Out.” He hissed, pushing your boss towards the door. He nearly fell over, trying to get the hell out of the room before he got shot.

He sat back down, “Allow me to take you away from this place. One night. That’s all I’m asking for, sweetheart.”

What did you have to lose?


The night had gone pretty well, you had gone driving around Gotham with the Joker in his Purple Lamborghini, he had took you back to his club which was also his apartment that he was currently staying in. He led you through to the living area, you sitting on his expensive, purple couch. He had champagne on ice and there was a fire burning in the background of the room. He popped the cork from the bottle, pouring two glasses, passing you one.

“Why do you want me so much?” you asked, taking a sip from the glass. He looked towards you, sinking back into the couch. “There’s something about you Y/N. You cause a fire in my loins, my heart pounds and I get an itch in my crotch! You, Y/N are what I need in my life.” He moved closer to you, running his hands through your hair, placing his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes. That is what you needed to hear. “Take me. Take me now… Mr J.” He growled lowly, as you both rolled off the couch on to the bearskin rug underneath.

s/o is oblivious when someone flirts with them

Hibari

“You should know better than to surround yourself with herbivores,” the dark voice snapped behind you.

Spinning around with a grin, you looked at the disgruntled Cloud. “How many times do I have to tell you, Kyoya?” you admonished him teasingly. “They aren’t herbivores, they’re humans. Therefore, they are omnivores.” You briskly walked over to his side, smile widening when you felt soft feathers brush against your shoulder. “Hello, Hibird.”

Honestly, you were happy that he had interrupted your conversation with the group of men. Here you were at the annual Vongola ball, minding your own business and happy to just observe others when three men from an allied family started to strike up a conversation with you. You were a little shy of how much you had in common with them, the men turned out to be fans of the same book series as you. However, every other sentence they said were compliments of how you looked in your dress so you were a little cowed at the praises.

At the same time though, you didn’t want to seem rude if you were to excuse yourself in the middle of the conversation. So, you were pretty much stuck.

Hibari wrapped an arm around your waist and simply steered you away from the men without a word. Well that won’t do.

Twisting your head, you gave them a small wave. “It was nice talking with you all.” You didn’t notice the sharp glare Hibari gave them when he noticed you calling out to them. However, you did notice the tightening of the hand on your waist and turned back towards him.

You definitely noticed the searing kiss he gave you when you looked at him and the slide of his hand on your waist sliding downwards.

Enma

Seeing you laugh shyly with one of his subordinates made Enma feel anxious. It didn’t help that he could tell you were a little uncomfortable with how close they were standing. He bit his lip and clenched his fists before taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly to calm himself down. Using his anxiety to fuel his determination, he strolled over to you and blew gently behind your ear.

You gave out a loud squeak before spinning around and lightly smacking him on the arm. “Enma, you scared me!”

Enma gave you a smile as he gave her a one armed hug before looking at his men. “So,” he began casually with a tight smile, “what are we laughing about?”

The men noticed his strained look and subtly pushed each others arms until someone replied. “We were just telling the lady how she looked prettier than a flower today.” a brave soul explained. “Jordan here offered the lady a flower from the gardens but had held onto it so hard that it wilted a little.”

“I explained to them that anything would look prettier than that flower but I appreciated it anyway,” you offered, looking at the flower in your hand. Looking at Jordan, you offered him a bright smile. He beamed back at you, acting as if you had blessed him and his entire family.

Enma took note of Jordan’s face before turning to you.. He took the flower in your hand and tucked it behind your ear, all the while looking Jordan in the eye. “Well, Jordan is right. You are prettier than a flower.”

You turned red at the compliment and turned redder when the other men agreed with him. All you could do was give him a quick kiss on the cheek, covering your face with your hands when the men gave out whistles.

Later that day, Jordan found himself shoved into a thick rose bush. The bush was full of exceptionally thorny roses, their thorns cutting him sharply. This caused him to be late to a meeting with Enma that same day and was given a mission with a survival rate of 50/50.

Gokudera 

You hissed sharply as Gokudera nipped a bit too hard on your neck. “A-ah, Hayato,” you drew his name out as he laved the area with his tongue. “Wh-what’s the matter with you, OH GOD,” you moaned aloud when you felt one of his fingers brush over your lower lips.

How did this happen?, you thought as you keened when a finger slipped under your underwear. You were embarrassed at how needy you sounded and lifted a hand to bite down own.

Gokudera intercepted this hand with his free one and pinned it down above your head. He looked at you, his gaze heavy and heated. “I want to hear,” he explained simply before continuing to cause you to slowly lose your mind. The finger he was using to tease you slipped in without any resistance, causing your breath to become more ragged.

You remember waiting for him that evening at some restaurant as he left the table to answer a phone call. The restaurant manager (waiter? host?) came by and made some small talk with you. He has asked about your meal and your evening, smiling when you said you liked the food. He even gave you a small compliment, saying that the dress really suited you.

The next thing you knew, Gokudera was right back to your side saying that he had already paid the bill. You were confused as to why he threw the other man a glare but didn’t resist when he told you that it was time to leave. You remember sighing a little sadly in the car about missing out on dessert.

Ah, so that’s what brought this on. Dessert.

“S-some dessert,” you mumbled quietly before giving out another loud cry of pleasure.

Belphegor

“Ushishishi, you’re being far too kind to the peasants, dear,” Bel chided you as you both walked away from the bleeding person in the courtyard. “Someone of your status shouldn’t even have to come in contact with them.”

You turned your head to look at the injured but was stopped by Bel. You sighed before admonishing him, “Was it really necessary to cut that person up so badly? What if they bleed out to death? Maybe we should go get someone from the Sun squad.”

Bel frowned before giving his signature laugh. “You care too much, dear. If the peasant dies of such small injuries, then they weren’t really Varia quality at all. Think of it as a cull of the weak.”

“Bel-senpai was just jealous that you weren’t giving them any attention at all,” a monotone voice called out from around the corner. Fran stepped out, not blinking when three knives embedded themselves in his frog hat. “Senpai, that hurt.”

Confused, you turned to Bel. “Jealous? Why would you be jealous? You know I only look at you.”

These words caused a smug smile to emerge on Bel’s face followed by another bout of laughter. “A prince does not get jealous of a peasant. A prince does not get jealous at all. Froggy,” another set of knives embedded Fran’s hat,” has no idea what he’s talking about.”

Fran slowly took the knives out of his hat, his face unchanging. “Bel-senpai was jealous because he thought someone was hitting on you.”

Enough of Fran’s tattling, Bel took off on a chase after the younger man. He left you confused as you mulled over the conversation you had earlier with Bel’s victim. You don’t remember them flirting with you, surely you would have noticed. Right?

It got stuck in my head and just had to be done. Sorta sad though, but idk, Chilton is just generally sorta sad. 

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Oooooh can you write the conjugal visit Chilton one?! Pretty please! 🙏🏻 I’ve thought about it before actually seeing him in that orange jumpsuit!

Requested by: the lovely @vintagemichelle91 and a couple anons


You’d done your research, wanting to know ahead of time what to expect. And everyone on the forum you found had been right - this was insanely humiliating.

Bent over and naked, you took deep breaths and tried to focus on what really mattered here as the two guards finished their cavity search. And it really could be worse, at least they were female guards. Plus, you couldn’t blame them for doing their job and trying to keep the inmate population safe.

You knew how vulnerable he felt inside, rarely sleeping and always on high alert. He didn’t like to tell you, didn’t want you to fret even more over him, but it would have been impossible to not notice how tired he always sounded now.

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| I don’t want to go |

What broke my heart about this scene wasn’t the fact that he was saying the same thing that David Tennant said when he left Doctor Who. In fact, that only occurred to me upon my second viewing.

No, what broke my heart was the fact that this was a frail old man. Sometimes grumpy, sometimes just downright mean, but Doctor Who brought him genuine heart and pleasure.

Children loved him. His granddaughter was proud of him, and his wife knew how much this meant to him. But he was growing old, and he was no longer fit to play such a role.

He was suffering from dementia, and he knew it. And while the realization that you are slowly losing your mind is enough to drive anyone to tears, you have to add to that the fact that his age, his illness, was robbing him of the one thing that had been bringing sunshine into his otherwise gloomy life. He was being forced to let go of the thing that he loved above most other things. I can’t think of anything more painful than that.

Lumen (part 8/ ): Beautiful intentions (gone south)

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Read up here:

Part 1: Good intentions

Part 2: Honest intentions

Part 3: Dark intentions

Part 4: Wrong intentions

Part 5: Other intentions

Part 6: True intentions

Part 7: Warm intentions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 8: Bucky decides to show Iona just how much she means to him but it ends on a sizzling note.

Warnings: CLIFFHANGER

Word count: 1.771 (without background information).

A/N: I couldn’t wait to post this part! It’s the first part where you get to actually learn about and get acquainted with Bucky’s unique energy. Also, there’s a little hint as to where the title comes from.

This is my first fan fic series, so bear with me. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this one, constructive criticism is appreciated! Also, since this is an ongoing series, the tag list is open as we speak, so feel free to send me a message!

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